The Heavens From the Wandering Earth

Chapter 8 Leaked
Although Hangzhou's underground city is still in the stage of being abandoned, the surface is already plagued by disasters, and except for a few places, it is impossible to live in it.

Therefore, the infrastructure in the dungeon is actually quite complete.

In addition to these organizations that are recruiting newcomers, there are also quite a few residents wandering here.

After Zhuang Quan walked through two streets under maintenance and a lively mahjong parlor, he came to a somewhat dark area.

This is the Black Street, as the name suggests, a special street where the high-power power supply cannot be turned on due to equipment, and now it has naturally become the first choice for gray transactions.

You must know that although it is still the era of braking, it is still five years away from the era of acceleration, that is, the timeline when the earth completely leaves its orbit and flies to the outer solar system.

But the time when the first batch of dungeons were completely completed actually dates back to 2039, so this black street has existed for more than ten years.

Since it is not an illegal way, and the things sold are also useful to the whole area and even the surrounding area, the people here have survived.

Zhuang Quan was brought here twice by Li Miao, saying that he wanted him to familiarize himself with the situation here so that he could help him next time. Now that I think about it, Li Miao clearly has the will to die, and he is in Tuogu!
He thought with some regret and melancholy, and then was stopped by the guards with thick arms.

"Hmm!" He pointed at Zhuang Quan's badge nameplate and waved his hand.

Zhuang Quan nodded knowingly, carefully put away the badge nameplate, "Thank you for reminding me!"

Although it is said that no one is stupid enough to use a badge to pretend to be himself, in the electronic age, one can easily see through it.

However, the people here are mixed and the area is chaotic. If it is stolen and used to open a few doors, or something goes wrong, you, the owner of the badge nameplate, will also be jointly and severally responsible.

Liu Qi and Han Duoduo in Wandering Earth 1 used a similar method to leave the dungeon, but it was more advanced in that era, with the technology of forging identity plates.

After Zhuang Quan received the nameplate and confirmed that he had nothing to miss, he walked into this dark and deep street with his bag on his back.

There is still a lot of people here, but it is more cautious and conservative. Some shops are open like this, but they don't open the door, just waiting for some people to walk by and knock on the door.

In some places farther away, there were still people setting up street stalls, but these people covered their faces and wore black clothes, and they seemed to be hiding their identities.

Zhuang Quan didn't ask for these things, so he didn't look carefully. He continued to walk along the road, passed the shop area, and passed the stall area, and came to a darker place.

Although it is dark here, there is a red lantern hanging. Under the lantern, there is a person wearing a mechanical exoskeleton, standing quietly like this.

He nodded slightly, this is here, the Black Street Agency.

This is a place run by the second generation who is rumored to be able to reach the sky. It does not do any physical business, and its only business is to find people, or brokers.

This is Zhuang Quan's purpose. What he needs is a stable source of income, a place where he can speak out, not a short transaction.

As for the things that would be feared, manipulated, or even controlled if there were too many transactions in the future, there is one thing to say, if the golden finger is still manipulated, then he is a bit of a failure in life, and it would be better to die!

So, he walked in without looking at the guards beside him.

There were dim lights in the agency, but there were no people there, and the seats where they were supposed to be talking about things were all empty. In front of the counter in the center, there was a middle-aged man who was playing with his mobile phone.

"We don't accept things here, sir!" The middle-aged man reminded when he saw Zhuang Quan's image.

Zhuang Quan nodded: "I know, I'm here to find someone!"

"Welcome to the Black Street Agency, I'm Song Yang, the store manager!" The man said immediately, since he came here to find someone, he naturally knew the rules here, so he was his customer.

"Shop Manager Song, I want to find a gentleman who can talk to me in school, and a customer who can help me digest some daily necessities!" Zhuang Quan said, directly explaining his purpose.

Song Yang nodded, and turned on the computer next to him. In this era, he is using a computer decades ago, which seems a bit out of harmony.

But Zhuang Quan also knew that a lot of advanced technology and high-tech equipment were used in dungeons and planetary engines. As for the things they used themselves, they were old products that were eliminated many years ago.

This kind of wasteland punk style is actually the daily life of the whole wandering earth.

Song Yang raised his head, "Do you know the rules?"

"I know!" Zhuang Quan nodded, and handed over a pack of cigarettes, "I bought it from the supermarket in Shanghai, 50 years old, and it's guaranteed!"

"On the way!" Song Yang took it with a smile, "You need to explain clearly what exactly is needed!"

"A four or five-year-old girl, I hope to find her a school to go to. After all, you know these days, we are so busy, we can only stay in school!"

Song Yang glanced at him, his expression softened, and he handed him an envelope, "It's from the rescue team? That's pretty simple. You won't accept anything from this one. Just take this letter and go to the principal in your area." Already!"

"Why is that?" Zhuang Quan was taken aback.

"Our boss said that you have to be a person and act with conscience!" Song Yang raised his head, "The people in the rescue team have to spend their lives to save people, and they have to spend their own money to support orphans. If they collect money, are they human? ?”

"Thank you!" Zhuang Quan nodded, "The merchant's words..."

"This is the big head, the rescue team's goods are getting less and less now, are you the last batch?" Song Yang seemed to be asking him, and seemed to be answering himself, "Yes, the last batch at this time , once you pass, it will be difficult to get these goods!"

He handed a list in his hand to Zhuang Quan, "Take this and go to No. 13 Black Street, find Lao Zhao, and just say that Song Yang introduced it, he naturally understands!"

"Old rules, [-]% of the money, you take out the things yourself, we won't rummage!" He said confidently, "But on this street, no one has cheated us to make a business, you should understand!"

Zhuang Quan nodded. He naturally understood this point. He said that his hands and eyes are open to the sky. Before he grew up, he would not make such a low-level mistake.

"This is [-]% of your share!" He put the prepared package into a plastic bag and handed it to the other party.

"Plastic bag? I said you dug up that warehouse!" Song Yang teased, but Zhuang Quan didn't speak, he closed the bag on his backpack, turned around and left.

Song Yang looked at his back with a curious expression, "It's not easy to find plastic bags these days!"

He pulled these things, his expression suddenly became a little dignified, and then he carefully put them away, carrying the bag and walking into the room like this.

So many daily chemicals are products before the era of planetary engines. After all, this era does not use plastic as packaging, but silicon compounds extracted from stones!
When Zhuang Quan walked out of the agency, he broke out in a cold sweat!

He also thought of this level, it is difficult to guarantee that these people will not have any unreasonable associations.

It's hard to find out about time travel, but if you guess that he has a warehouse address decades ago, and then cheat him when he travels, it's quite difficult!
Forget it, let's not leave the dungeon until we have the ability to protect ourselves!
Zhuang Quan tightened his backpack straps and walked into No. 13 Heijie.

(End of this chapter)